I work for a federal program.It's cool. I love my work. I'm totally committed to our cause and our mission.

However, sometimes I'm an idiot. Sometimes when my communications colleagues make a little joke over email about whether I'm strong enough to hold my own during a food fight, I spend 15 minutes of my lunch break PhotoShopping a muscle onto my arm and emailing it back to them. Sometimes the National Communications Director and the National Program Director are cc'd on those emails.

"For the record, I have a great arm!"

As the Communications Director for our region, I need to make a presentation in Des Moines on Monday to my National Communications Director to let her know what's going on in our region. She will report back to her boss, the National Program Director.

Makes sense. I can handle that. This is a natural chain of command in the bureaucracy.

And then someone tells me this: "That National Program Director reports to the President."

me: "which President?"

Someone: "The President of the United States."

me: "WHOA. I just sent her an email with a muscle PhotoShopped to my arm."

Designer? Yes, the person who's designing the layout of my poetry book.Poetry book? Yes, the one I've been working on for about a year now.

Says she:"I spent bout 5 hours working on your book last night and am about 99.9% done!

I had some colors that I was concerned about and had to switch some pantones to cmyk, resize things, et cetera.....when you switch em they never look the same on screen.

Since you like the cover as is, I left it .... the only thing I did was a color adjustment so that it didn't look so washed out. I did a black/white curve on it to make it pop more.

I was gonna do a bunch of fancy stuff to it, but instead I did some changes on it for the contents page so it is an extension of the cover. So the contents page is changed....... I really wasn't sold on that page and I like this better but you let me know.